A/N

This chapter has been under heavy duty editing because i thought that it needed something more.

Fourth chapter, yay.
There's not much to say to it. It will pick up from the morning, Malia didn't leave the house.
NOTICE: Peter isn't in Eichen House in this story.

Thanks to Mojo the big jojo for the review. Is it here I should be mean and say that at the moment it isn't in my plan to kill Scott, but that it can change?
This chapter will probably raise a lot of questions that I hope will be somehow explained at some point.

Anyway enjoy.

Chapter four.
A hero we bury.

You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

Blue is for the guilty soul, hands covered in innocent blood.

What you want, is not always what you need.

It was the gasping after breath that woke her up from her slumber. She pushed the quilt that had been laid over her by Melissa and walked over to Scott.

His lips were tinted blue as he gasped after his breath. She let her eyes glow blue "Scott, please calm down." When she got no reaction from her Alpha, she tried again, only with a little more command/order in her voice, "Scott, calm down." That worked and his body stilled on the bed. His hands held the bedspread in an iron grip as she looked him in the eye, only to rear back again in shock.

She had known he wasn't an Alpha anymore, she had been able to sense it the moment she had entered the house earlier but had refused to accept it. But still she hadn't asked Derek was the color of his eyes was. He was reverted to a beta that much she knew, a beta that had not taken an innocent life, meaning his eyes should have been golden, they weren't golden.

They were blue.

Scott had fallen unconscious again as Malia whispered "No." Her lips parted in her chook.

She shook her head as she adjusted the breathing mask over Scott's face and watched slowly as the blue tint around his lips disappeared.

Finding her phone she dialed Derek.

"Malia." Was all he said as he greeted her when he picked up the phone.

"Cut the bullshit Derek. You saw the color of his eyes and yet you didn't think that it was important for the rest of us to know?" she hissed out.

"I'm sorry Malia but I wanted to investigate before I told the pack. I'm sorry."

"Sorry isn't going to help him." She said as she hung up.

She looked down at her Alpha. in her mind he was still an Alpha, even if his eyes said something
else.

"What did they do to you Scotty?"

She sat back down on the bed with her hand on the others leg. She knew that the rest of the pack had parted ways. Theo's manipulation over Scott had driven them away. But she refused to not let them know what happened to their Alpha. Former Alpha, a voice in her head whispered.

Growling in annoyance, she stood up and started to pace the room. She knew that she couldn't call Stiles, his father was still hurt and recovering and she knew it would be a cold day in hell before he left his father's side when he was in hospital.

Kira had left with her family. They had gone back to New York, away from the terror and destruction of Beacon Hills.

Derek had left to find Braeden and she didn't think that she could bare to look at him without attacking him for keeping this from her.

The last one was Liam, but she had heard that Hayden had died, so he would be with her.

Melissa already knew what had happened but she was at sleep and this was pack matter.

Making a sound she walked to the door before she turned around and looked at Scott's small form on the bed and sighed. She shook her head and walked out of the house to find the beta.

He heard her sigh and walk away. He knew that she thought he was unconscious but he wasn't.

He felt the pain in his chest from the wound. It still wasn't healing. He wasn't strong enough for it to heal faster, not without his Alpha spark.

He had let Theo in, let him manipulate his way into the pack. He had believed the lies he had been told like they were the absolute truth, they weren't.

Fighting to sit up in his bed, he groaned in pain. Theo had killed him. Had come in after Liam had learned that Hayden had died (his fault), and had finished the job. Then Derek and Braeden had been there, somehow they had brought him back to life again. Deaton had fixed him but he knew it wasn't enough, he knew that soon people he knew and loved would start to ask questions, questions that he couldn't answer, wouldn't answer.

He supported his weight on his shaking arms. Weak, a voice in his head whispered along with, you're no Alpha.

Hanging his head, he squeezed his eyes shut tight. It hurt, he couldn't lie about that. He had lost everything when he trusted Theo over his own pack.

Your blind trust that good exit in even the worst persons are going to be your downfall, pup.

He remembered the words clearly. It had been before Peter had betrayed them. He was right. Trusting Theo had become his downfall, his loss.

Peter. The man had done so many wrong, proved to them over and over again that he couldn't be trusted, yet, when they had needed his help the most, he had always helped them, yes, he had always had a darker intention but he had helped them none the less.

He took a deep breath but it ended in a cough. It felt like his lungs were trying to make their way up through his throat. He could fell the blood that came up with it, could fell it drip down on his chin. He took his hand up to dry the blood that sat around his lips and chin of, his hand came back covered in black blood.

Weak.

Feeling his panic rise, his breathing started getting even more labored. Opening his mouth to call on his mother, he was stopped short when another caught overwhelmed him, making more blood fill his mouth.

He felt a hand on his shoulder and couldn't help but flinched away from the touch.
He felt his wolf rise again, called out by the need to survive. The hand tightened around his shoulder and a growl sounded.

"You shouldn't be up."

Derek.

He didn't answer because he couldn't breathe. The panic was overwhelming him, consuming him, eating him alive. His mouth tasted of blood.

A firm hand gripped his chin and his eyes met the Alpha red of Derek's.

"Calm down Scott. Listen to my voice, calm down. Breathe."

Derek continued to talk to him as Scott could fell his wolf and panic settle at the command of an Alpha.

My Alpha, mind mind whispered.

He looked into the blue of Scott's eyes as the teen calmed down. Black blood colored his lips and chin.

Eyes that shouldn't be blue, if anything they should have been golden.

He could smell the panic and fear on the boy, he reeked of it.

"What's happening to me." Derek heard him whisper.

It broke his heart because he didn't know, he didn't know why the teen wasn't healing, didn't know why his eyes were now blue, he didn't know anything.

He let go of Scott's chin as the teen's eyes settled back to their original brown. He caught him as his body fell forward and he could fell him rubbing his head weakly against his throat as he whimpered.

"Please."

The word was whispered against his skin.

He shook his head as he pried Scott of him and lowered him down on the bed again. He knew without asking what the pup wanted, the broken sounds coming from his lips told everything. It hit him suddenly that Scott wasn't strong enough anymore to heal a wound like the one he had, he needed a pack.

He heard the pup make a whimpering sound of pain before stopping. Derek met his eyes. He could see the wariness and sadness in them. He was tired, that much was clear. Tired of everything. He knew the feeling.

He saw Scott make a movement with his head before lying still again.

His breath caught in his throat but he was fast to react.

"No Scott, I. . . I can't, don't do it Scott, I'm not the Alpha you want."

He wasn't one to lead.

Yet Scott didn't move. He wasn't unconscious; his breathing was too fast for him to be that. Still he laid on the bed, his throat bared for the Alpha.

He knew his eyes were red. He could fell his wolf. It was agreeing with him, he wasn't the Alpha Scott needed.

The young wolf smelled of submission, of need.

Shaking his head gently at Scott, he covered the teen with his bedspreads.

"I'm not the Alpha you need Scott."

In the meantime Scott had given in to the darkness and was unconscious again.

"I won't bury yet a brother."

A/N
I have a dilemma that I want solved before starting next chapter. I don't think I still want Malia to be the Alpha anymore, it was the plan, but I think there's someone there would be more fitting for the role.
As you can read at the top of the page Peter isn't in Eichen House, there will be a good reason for
that (I have a soft spot for him). If your ideas for who's the Alpha is better than mine then I will go with that.

Reviews will be treasured, very highly.